Yesterday I was about fourteen. I have this brand-new killer infatuation on someone I met in September, so I was sitting on my bed eating Nibs and reading Asterix and Obelix comics and listening to the Rolling Stones in an effort to distract myself from thinking about the guy all day.
Today I went out shopping for a dinette set for my Calgary apartment. Furniture store after furniture store and how much are these chairs and can I get that in glass and what colours of melamine do you have and when can this table be delivered? April tenth, you say?
I feel about forty. Jesus. Growing up is the pits.
A new guy crush! Oooh! Who is he? Is he cute?
Oh my gosh. YES. Way out of my league, really.
Is this the hussy?
Eep. Yes. There was a breakthrough.
No there wasn’t.
Yes there was.
Eeep.
We need pictures! I hope he’s taller than Asterix, but thinner than Obelix, younger than Getafix, smarter than Vitalstatistix, and a better karaoke singer than Cacofonix.